the first

It sort of surprised me how pumped I was to find our first egg. We raised chickens some twenty years ago, so it’s not like I’ve never experienced it.

But when I noticed a hen laying on the floor quietly with her buddies looking at her like she was a leper, there was a definite surge of anticipation in my simple little world.

Checked an hour later and there it was. Not huge, but decent for a first egg. I immediately Snapchatted a picture to the whole family. What a geek.

The freaky thing was that I had just filled their feeder with layer feed for the first time. Not long ago I remember reading a post on a chicken forum by someone who had the same thing happen to them. I suspect coincidence, but still a good story.

It doesn’t bother me that she laid the egg on the floor in the corner instead of the nesting box that I crafted with my own hands. They’ll catch on. And if they don’t, the corner is actually more convenient to reach.

The only drawback is that I was originally planning on having three hens. Six was the minimum number I could buy. Six eggs a day for two people might be a little overkill. But I guess they’ll be handy for winning brownie points with friends and neighbors.